All is mortal. All is death. Slowly over decades or into a moment where life fades. We all still die just a difference of duration until that final goodbye. What happens to all those lonely moments, the time spent dreaming, used up by thinking and believing, crying and sighing in an existence lacking a sense of ultimate meaning? We are longer dead than alive; the dark immortality of eons transcends all such notions of athanasy. Often it is not our choices that dictate our lives but our lives that dictate our choices, doing what you can with what you have until what you have no longer does what it can. Do it now, or never at all, while you can, while life permits for death is long, ever so long.